"Shall we give them a little exercise now ?" he asked, with a gesture toward the long brown road.
She nodded, and they started off at a sharp trot, and presently broke into a canter.

So he was coming home to live?
She felt a hot wave of sudden anger sweep over her, and her hands tightened on the reins.

It was true, then?
She loved her brother.

What right had this man at her side to threaten her brother's happiness?
Had Katherine Challoner signified her desire not to leave New York, would Warrington have decided to return to Herculaneum?
Her hands relaxed.

What a silly little fool she was! She, who despised and contemned gossip, was giving it ready ear.